Word: decoying
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...Exit the Decoys. In the meanwhile, Hero Hardcaster has been losing favor with the Red-and-pink salon crowd. When he tells one over-amorous admirer that the atrocity tales were so much party propwash and that he himself was only a stupid bungler in Spain, the lady denounces him to the other pinkos as a low cynic. Hardcaster is only too glad to leave the froth front and take charge of the gunrunning scheme. How the Reds double-cross Hardcaster and decoy the innocent Stamps to their deaths in Spain makes for a mystery-thriller finish to Author Lewis...
Chinese lurking in the shadows tried to decoy U.S. litter-bearers by calling, "Medic, medic!" but their accents were unconvincing. One medic, Pfc. Carl Francis of Versailles, Ohio, fired his carbine until he was out of ammo, then ran. Three Chinese ran after him, and one threw a grenade. It exploded close behind him, hurling him unconscious into the mud. Despite the lurking Chinese, whom they could hear chirping like crickets, another medic and a lieutenant crawled out and rescued Francis. He had four grenade fragments in his back...
Holmes chuckled. He recalled right off that Cooper gave Roe the decoy by snubbing the first pitch three straight trips to the plate. The last time up with the Braves trailing by a run, he swung with all his power and sent one high and far towards the left score-board. The only trouble was that a howling wind turned the blast into an out. Boston Globe, April...
...Decoy. In Chicago, after an undercover man telephoned police headquarters to report that 40 men were playing poker and blackjack in a poolroom-saloon, Police Lieutenant George Mankowski raided the place with a flying squad, forgot to guard the rear exit, succeeded in nabbing only the undercover...
...lion tamer, finds that his job is to lie down with a beefsteak on his chest and let a lion eat the steak. A dress rehearsal and one performance cool his ardor for the impresario's wife. It turns out that the impresario uses her as a regular decoy to line up human steak platters. Between catastrophes, H. Hatterr asks himself the perennial questions of philosophy, some piffling, some reaching toward profundity: "Why is an evening paper published in the afternoon?" "Is there anything in this here 'Kismet' notion? If Destiny should commit a feller...